stories about stuff, but mostly fashion
It’s not that I have nothing to write about, it’s just not flowing from brain to hands to computer!
As I mentioned before, I’m not a happy summer person. I maintain my natural skin color and avoid exposure to the outside to the max, with a heavy metal hum in the background.
Last (year’s) summer was very intense in so many levels…but as every Up has a Down (and every rose has its thorn….Poison anyone?): this year it’s been almost a straight-dead-line excitement wise.
I’ve worked on a lot on interesting alterations –will post a series of DYI kind of, some other day. I visited a couple of fashion exhibits –stories soon, and lots of designing and sewing –I’m not a big fan of vintage but I’ve been re-working a few old, very old pieces I acquired years ago with the purpose of selling.
The pick of my summer though, was a bit emotional. There is this book my mother talked to me about (7 – 900 page long?)… well… she narrated the whole book one day through a skype conversation. She is so good at telling movies and books! that I really don’t have to read nor watch at all.
The book in question is entitled in spanish: El tiempo entre costuras (genre: dramafever) and translated into The time in between, although it loses sense in the translation I feel. I’d rather something like Time throughout stitches.
They made a series of videos about the book and my mom, who is the sweetest, bought and sent them to me from south america.
It’s very funny to start watching videos spoken in spanish from Spain, it sounds too much like a telenovela and felt like watching Days of Our Lives for a while. A little over-acted and the landscapes were definitely soap opera-y.
Once I got caught in the story though, I couldn’t stop watching! The 12 dvd’s in one sit, till four in the morning. I laughed and cried! I cried over a movie, oh please help me lord!
In the end, not to spoil anybody’s read. It’s an inspirational story about the life of a seamstress, her lovers, her mother and war.
Emotional because even though my mother is an academic and intellectual in all the meaning of the words, my first encounter with the arts of the dress making was through her. And not that her dream was to have a seamstress daughter AT ALL! but with time, she grew into understanding that “the first cut is the deepest“, first impressions in the life of a kid are very influential and transcendental. And also because we haven’t as a family lived war but have lived the horrific violence of the 70’s brutal dictatorships, that to the day, bring bitter memories.
I guess a lot of people have lived violence and war in different ways in their lives, even now, the endless horrors of the middle east wars sponsored by our dearest U.S. of A. Police brutality and unpunished murder in our cities. Thousands of lone children starving in the border (limbo-like)
Well o well, not to depress us all with my insights nor insides… A reminder to myself that, even though I have very strong political views this is my fashion blog and fashion I chose to live around and talk about because it is shallow and it is pretty and the tears only come when a zipper breaks in a party or someone snoops a snap of a sneak due to a wardrobe malfunction…
IRONIC WARDROBE MALFUNCTION
REAL WARDROBE MALFUNCTION
…BUT NOTHING AS BAD AS BRAIN MALFUNCTION LEADING TO FASHION FAILS…EPIC FAILS!!!
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